His Royal Dryness, The Duke of Cork

Diverting from my usual themes, here's some snaps:- Gulls nesting on cliffs between Whitby and Robin Hood's Bay While we waited for a tiny boat to go through the bridge, I snapped a cormorant The drawing made us chuckle

My guest blogger, Son of a Cork's Dad, returns this week as I expertly avoided a howler, it seems. The Jinx returns As the Duke of Cork could not make this Scunthorpe fixture Bramall Lane welcomed the return of The Jinx. And so it was to be. The first half was really painful to watch and at one point paper bags blew across the pitch like tumbleweed in an eerie silence like a scene from a deserted town in an old cowboy western. United had most of what play there was but a poor back pass nearly saw them go one down but the keeper made a good save. At the end of the first half, as people were going for their Bovril [Ed: other beverages are available] in first half injury time, Scunthorpe caught United on the break and although plenty defenders got back a couple of passes and a nothing shot sent the keeper diving the wrong way and the ball was in the back of the net. If the first half was bad then the second did not improve any. Although United appeared to be pressing all the time (eve

Saw this at Monsal Head.  Wouldn't fly near to me though. If you're interested in the route we did for our sponsored walk, then click this link

Many said they wouldn't go after Saturday's disappointment.  I turned up a minute before kick off but met my mate and his dad on the tram down.  As we got to the turnstiles, he decided to run to the shop.  "You'll miss the first goal!" I shouted.  He got there just in time, I later found. A good game.  High tempo.  End to end.  Passing football, lots of runners.  Blades should really have tried to slow the game down, but they matched Blackpool. When Monty popped up to score from 25 yards, I was delirious.  2-0 at half time and we were hoping we were going to get three points.  But, we were 3-0 up against Wendy and 3-0 up the other week and barely clung on.  Second half was still fairly good and we couldn't really see Cresswell's second goal. No bad performances, really.  Jordan Stewart looked like he'd never played before on a couple of occasions and Yeates had a poor one.  But Quinny looked lively and popped up all around the pitch. Donny on Saturday

You fill up my senses, Like a gallon of acid. Like a packet of sprout seeds. Like a punch in the eye! Like a night out in Barnsley, Like a greasy head-banger Like Sheffield United. Come fill me again. Na na na na naaa na.  Oooo! Was bad, I'm afraid.  Lot of people were ready to go at HT (not me).  NDN (next door neighbour) has already said that he's not going to the Blackpool game.  Especially with Chelsea on the TV. Hope this counts as a literary reference.  I'm dreading Wednesday morning.  Going to stick a fiver on Blackpool winning, to soften the blow. (U)TB Blades 1 - 1 QPR.  Although it feels like we lost.

Probably not, but I'm sticking to my endeavours to put up something after every home game! Saturday was what typifies The Blades, in my opinion.  In many ways, it reminded me of the Wendy game earlier in the season.  (By the way, do you have the right time?  I make it five past Wednesday). We started brightly and were soon a goal up and then a second.  Really strong performance, and The Blades were a comfortable and well-deserved two goals up at half time.  Hopefully more of the same was to come in the second half and sure enough, Jamie Ward poked one in from two yards and we were cruising at 3-0. HOLD ON!  THIS IS THE BLADES! Two minutes later, we're reeling from a goal conceded and then a second not too long after meant we started to panic.  Fortunately the team managed to gather themselves and keep their heads.  Then we saw what you can't ever predict when you're watching live sport.  For a few months we've been grumbling how bad the entertainment has bee